Web of Deceit

Prologue

The night was as black as sin.

Not a single star could be seen in the cloudy, dark sky.
The howl of what sounded like a lone wolf, pierced the air on the countryside road, that had not a single street light.
Trees lined both sides of the road, creating an inky foliage. Some leaves had  fluttered to the ground, and had dried up, causing a crunching sound as something or the other scuttled across them.

A jackal crossing the road, was startled, as a light suddenly penetrated through the darkness, and came in its' direction.
It made a dash for the trees, followed by loud howling sounds from all directions, as the light came closer, followed by the throttle of a machine.

The Harley-Davidson's light cut through the pitch black, as it zoomed past the trees, that seemed just as startled by the intrusion, as the jackal had. They leaned sideways in the wind, jostled by the motorbike that speeded past them.

The lone figure on the bike, seemed unaware of any lurking danger, or the several prying eyes watching, as it sped across the unused road.
The motorbike rushed past the trees that bowed over behind it, curious about the unexpected invasion.
But the rider paid no heed, flying across the road at a speed that would have made  a contestant of the Grand Prix proud.

As suddenly as the light had appeared, it also disappeared, as the rider turned onto another road. This was a smaller, and a  much narrower one, and the rider decreased the speed, as the bike reached near a single light, that could be seen from far away.
The light was on a lamp post, near a wooden gate, which was already open. It led onto a paved driveway, which belonged to a small house.
As the bike's wheels crunched on the pebbles and gravel of the driveway, the lights came on in the house.

The rider braked, and stopped the Harley, switching off the ignition. Turning around, the rider looked behind them, to check if any one had followed, although they knew it was highly unlikely.

'You came!'

The rider whipped their head towards the sound, and turned to look at the old man standing on the porch of the small wooden cottage.
The old man smiled, as the rider sat motionless on the bike.
He watched, as clad in all black, the figure put their hands on the helmet they wore, and took it off.
His grin widened.

The rider took off the helmet, to reveal a woman sitting  astride the powerful machine. She shook her head, and her long ponytail swung to and fro, as a sudden gust of wind whipped it.
A grin lit up her face too, as the slim woman got off of the bike in one smooth movement, that would have put a ballet dancer to shame.

She placed the helmet on the handlebar of the Harley, before she started walking. She then broke into a run, straight into the open arms of the old man, nearly knocking him off his feet, making him chuckle loudly.

'Welcome home, my child. Welcome home!'

To be continued..